His Nasty Little Pussy

When Emma showed up for her shift in a skirt so short I could see the bottom of her ass every time she bent over and a half top that showed off her toned, tanned skin, my cock immediately grew to an uncomfortable size. The shirt accentuated her perfect tits, and my hands unconsciously went into fists when I noticed all the men staring at her. I knew exactly what they were thinking because I was thinking it too, and it pissed me off!

She was mine!

Furious, I stormed over to where Emma was busing a table. She was bent over, vigorously wiping it, and it was making her ass wiggle in a way that had me practically drooling. When I walked around to the other side of the table, I had to bite back a groan when I saw how that same movement was making her perky tits bounce in a hypnotizing way.

When she looked up and noticed me, her face lit up into a smile, and I almost forgot about how pissed I was, but then I noticed the men eyeing her from behind, and the rage came flooding back.

“Why are you dressed like that?” I asked.

She looked down at her outfit, and the hurt expression in her eyes made me want to kick my own ass.

“What do you mean? I tried really hard to look nice, Damian. I thought I should fit in with the club.”

She gestured to the waitresses and dancers around her, who were admittedly in less clothing, but they weren’t her, damn it! I didn’t give a rat’s ass who stared at them. All I cared about was who was staring at her. And right now, that was pretty much every man in the club.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“We don’t usually have people who work your position in such skimpy outfits,” I tried to explain. I waved a hand where Roberto was busing a table in jeans and a t-shirt as if that explained everything and the case was now closed.

Emma eyed him, hiked a hand on her hip, and said, “I bet Roberto earns shit tips. I’ve already made almost ten dollars in tips, and I haven’t even been here an hour!”

I sighed in frustration and said, “Follow me.” I turned and headed toward my office, not waiting to see if she followed. I knew she would.

Once we were both inside, I shut the door and turned to her. My eyes raked over her body, and my cock defiantly grew even bigger just to prove that it could. God, why did she have to be so fucking gorgeous? I went to my gym bag and dug around until I found a clean black t-shirt and tossed it at her.

“Put that on,” I said.

She looked confused but did as she was told.

Interesting.

I had to fight hard to keep myself from smiling at the idea of commanding Emma to do all sorts of wicked things, especially since I saw how eager she was to follow orders. She pulled the t-shirt on and looked at me, waiting. It was way too big for her, swamping her tiny body, but it also did a wonderful job of completely hiding everything from the mid-thigh up.

I did smile when I saw that. I was worried about her shorts still being too short, but the shirt took care of that. Even in my bulky t-shirt, she was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. All it did was make me want to hike it up and fuck her in it. I loved that she was wearing something of mine, like a part of me was already claiming her.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I said, when she looked up at me with a confused expression on her beautiful face. “Wear my shirt for tonight, and from now on come to work in something similar, and in exchange I’ll bump your pay up to 20 an hour.”

Her eyes bulged at the rate I gave, and part of my brain was screaming, Are you fucking kidding me! $20 an hour for busing tables! But the other part of my brain was too busy congratulating myself on a job well done to listen to that rational nonsense.

“That should help make up for any lost tips,” I added.

“Why?” she asked, throwing me completely off guard.

I hadn’t planned on her asking for a reason. I racked my brain trying to come up with something plausible, but all I could do was offer a hurried explanation of not wanting to detract attention from the waitresses and dancers that sounded idiotic even to my own ears.

She seemed to buy it, though, and when I followed her back out to the club, I was happy to see that most men didn’t even give her a second glance now. They all seemed to be admiring her face, but they wanted to see a lot of skin, and, thanks to me, they weren’t able to see enough of hers to keep their attention.

I was still grinning when I looked over and saw Sally staring at me from behind the bar. She had her eyebrow quirked at me again, and I knew she was wondering what in the hell was going on. I mean, it wasn’t like I’d cared about women showing too much flesh before. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t thought it was a great idea for them to show up half naked. The vast majority of my customers were men, and a lot of them came here solely for the eye candy. Yet here I was, covering it up on purpose. Sally didn’t get it, but I didn’t care. As long as Emma was covered up, that’s all I cared about.

I watched as Emma continued to bus tables in my shirt. She was a hard worker, which I admired, and the other women seemed to really take to her. Well, all except Jessica who I noticed was giving her a scowl. Since Jessica always seemed to be in a foul mood, I didn’t think much of it. I knew there was no way I’d be getting any actual work done tonight, not with Emma so close by. I went and found a dark corner where I could stand unnoticed while still keeping an eye on her. I tried very hard to not to feel like an obsessive perv while I did it.